The Impromptu Wax Expert Outs Himself

Small Soy Candle
The Small Soy Candle Mal lit before bed the other night. It took someone too long to join him and by the time she arrived the room looked like an old horror movie with all the different candles

This week Jade picked the topic of Wax for her “Kink of the Week” but rather than wax philosophical on the topic I decided to share the story of how to attract vanilla women at a party with your kinky acumen; or something like that.  The names have been changed to protect the innocent or not so innocent as the case may be.
I’m back east where my kinks have been known far and wide by my circle of friends for quite a while.  As fate would have it I was standing in a kitchen of some of our oldest friends looking like a picture of preppie  suburban domestic bliss, Red shorts, stylish sandals, designer shirt, and a very good tan.  The husband was a team mate and drummer in my bands for years; so he knows what I’m really like.  His wife remembers the nice guy from school and the reality hasn’t set in that I’m not exactly harmless despite an impromptu bondage lesson a few years back.  Either that or its a bad case of denial.
The kids are running through the house, the yard and in general being kids.  Our families were inseparable prior to us leaving.  I’m helping to set up even through some of the guests have started arriving for the party, this is usual for this crowd.   I know their home as well or better than my own so even though I’m only there a few times a year now it is still comfortable and familiar.   I walk into the kitchen and about three women start blushing and get suddenly quiet.   A wise crack of some type or another is made and then H (the wife) blurts out “Ask Mikey and see what he thinks”  There is one person in the world who can get away with calling me that and it happens to be her sexy German ass.
Her friends blushed at the thought so always trying to play in the big leagues with the real perverts she began “So our friend Toni was trying to spice up her sex life with her husband and they dripped wax all over each other.”  The story went on and on in immense detail of how the entire night led up to the great candle wax incident of April 2012. The moral of it was that according to Toni  “no one should ever try it” and these women had bought in lock stock and barrel that freaky sex ideas were just as bad as they’d always imagined.  Without thinking I should be in extra pure Nilla mode I simply asked “what kind of wax were they using?”
“Candle wax” one snotty big titted brunette shot back cynically like I was a complete moron.
I had two choices, maybe three, play dumb “”Oh right”, simply fall into to line and agree .  Which would be dishonest of me and a disservice to the sexually adventurous people in their lives (assuming they have those kind of people).  Or do what I did instinctively when my morality filter doesn’t seem to work.
I looked right in to Snotty’s eyes and offered “Well wax type matters”  then proceeded to basement to grab the needed provisions for the party.  Upon leaving the cool dark and well stocked subterranean portion of the home with my arms loaded I was met with the previous group of women plus two new additions at the top of the stairs.  H wasn’t shy “Have you ever used wax?”
I cavalierly offer “of course every altar boy has”. After they paused and waited for the nonexistent lighting to strike. I found myself falling into to a quick conversation about Soy vs other types of wax, their melting points and how they range from 120 degrees to almost 190, the distance from your subject that the wax is dripped (too close bad, too far how’s your aim), their pain tolerance, and the ultimate question of why are you playing with wax any how? Decoration, for play, art, dominance, pain?  Just very high level stuff  to keep someone from burning their husbands balls off  or having their tits or asshole scalded should should they get any bright ideas at home later in life.   I thought nothing of it, a kinky community based service by your local neighborhood deviant geared for 30 & 40 something suburban women who might decide its OK to let their freak flag fly from time to time.
I disappeared into the yard, finished setting up, started handing out drinks and helped cook dinner for the soon to be arriving throngs of people.
Hours later as darkness was beginning to fall I was lounging by the fire pit lamenting why in the world we had a wood fire going on a 90 degree day.  Eventually most of the men drifted toward the lawn games and beer coolers. I stayed put and found myself discussing Dickens and Hemingway with a lovely woman sporting a tattoo of the devil on her calf and heel.  “The devils is always on your heels” she told me.   We then proceeded to discuss our demons (hers were men, mine was money).  Genuinely enjoying the conversation with another avid reader, my youngest Lil was right there in the mix with us.   Eventually Lil went off to torment some of the others kids (probably telling them that she had higher college entrance exam scores than them in the 7th grade and they were destined to operate a deep fryer).  The next time I took notice I was surrounded by most of the kitchen crew from earlier. All taking up space in the large iron chairs around the fire, cocktails on their breaths and in their hands.
The questions began “How many women have you poured wax on?”  I love how alcohol causes people to lose their inhibitions.  I admitted about 3 or 4.  It was a blatant lie but if there’ s one thing I learned its be careful when revealing numbers and things to people you barely know.
One questioned me about the Altar Boy comment earlier. Apparently I had offended her faith or she was concerned I was the by product of some religious scandal.  I assured her that just like in the movies some boys play with fire, and everyone who has ever carried a candle at mass more than a few times gets wax on themselves at one point or another. (Yes I know that will take a while to process me as an altar boy.)
In the next while I offered nothing and answered their questions on how to find a soy candle, does it feel the same as when you get waxed at a spa, what kind of sick fuck drips wax on people (it was worded much nicer than that), where do you drip wax (I suggested staring on non erotic areas for newbies) before recommending trying liquid latex if they were afraid of getting burned (yes I know it lacks the heat dries differently but blind folded it can be a great mind fuck and a lit of fun to tear off later).  Then I had to explain what liquid latex is.   God their sex lives must be a drag!
Finally the question came up “was Toni giving them bad info?”  I laughed, I tried not to, I should have been sage like in an old Kung Fu movie but instead what came out was one of those deep evil laughs I’m (occasionally) known for.  A wicked smile crossed my lips, I couldn’t see it but know it was there “no she probably just did it wrong or was afraid that the pain turned her on”
They either blushed with embarrassment or glared at me like the devil.   So I concluded “remember ladies like great sex, wax is messy so plan accordingly and avoid getting it on the carpet” and then made my way towards the men who were now engaged in a much more dangerous type of play.  Semi inebriated fireworks lighting.
Kink of the Week

Caress,Touch, and Pinch

Welcome back ! This post finds us at the mid point in kink week and nothing like starting the second half of anything off right. Hopefully after this you’ll be heading off to bed but not sleep since you’ll certainly be very hot and bothered after this little tale of lust and sensation play on the audio delivered by another special guest who is an extremely talented and popular writer of her own accord The Naked Nurse.

Be Sure to visit her at her own site and to hear the audio visit or  in the pickle player above.  Her voice is really something special and I can’t thank her enoughfor taking her time to do this for me.

Standing there, exposed in oh so many ways. Vulnerable in ways that can not be seen, and could never be expressed in words. Images of his toned shirtless torso and handsome face moving through the darkness swim through my mind like a raging river. Each step causing him to dance between the shadows and flickering candle light in the distance mysteriously as he approaches me again, after what had felt like an eternity.

His eyes are filled with and unquenchable desire for me, and only me. No one else matters, no one else even exists for these all too few moments. My body already warm with anticipation melts into him as we touch, pressing every inch of my being against him, hoping that he knows and can fill my every unspoken need.

It’s a heat that soon enough will give way to a torrid embrace and overwhelming sensations as his arms swallow and draw me closer. His lips warm, and soft, and wet kiss my neck.

I taunt and tease with my subtle yet suggestive movements, the anticipation growing even faster than my arousal. His hands dance across my skin knowingly, over my sensuous hips, barely a tickle, a finger tip traces up my back, and along my arm. I shudder in delight knowing there is so much more to come.

The soft touch of his finger tip slowly fades, giving way to the gentle taunting caress of his large strong hands, moving, ever so slowly up the entire length of my legs, across my bottom and to the small of my back. I could suffer this forever fate forever drinking in his admiration, a goddess, his goddess and the all consuming source of his passion

A whisper in my ear, a few words that floated in the air just before his hand playfully smacks my ass. The echo of his flesh against mine bounces through the room and before I can savor that feeling, the tingle, the subtle sting that only heightened my sensations as I wait. And wait for another but instead his hands find my breasts he presses into me from behind. Oh those magical hands so large, strong, firm, and knowing. They move me in a way that only his hands ever could. I moan deliciously filled with delight as he teases my ever hardening nipples.

I wait for what I know is coming, what I wish he would get to. Seconds pass slowly, each sensation drives me in to ecstasy. Still he’s taunting me with his hands, teasing me with his caress and then as the excitement builds and I begin to lose hope my nipples find themselves between his fingers; he pinches. My unbridled delight escapes me lips.

Now rolling their hardness between his thumb and for finger the pinch begins to bite in such a delicious way. I grind into him and his grip tightens, controlling me with only his finger tips, my knees weaken but he’s holding me firmly. I find myself swaying, rubbing my ass against his growing lust, wanting something so much deeper instead. Moaning in delight, hoping he’ll continue, I feel myself getting wetter, my heavy breaths all but scream out to him that he’s taken me to the edge.

His hands soften and touch me gently again, in that area where my breasts meet my torso, it sends chills through me then I feel him moving away. Pressing back into him, how can he not know what I want? What I need. His hands dancing all over me, back down my legs, tracing with a finger nail here, a finger tip there just enough to make me wild with desire, a playful pat, a lick and a nibble. His body teases mine as he moves to my side.

“Close you eyes” he instructs me. And his touch is gone. But it is like I can feel him and as I steal a peek he is standing there in front of me, so strong and handsome. Looking into my eyes, his hands rest on my hips before moving across my stomach and he takes my hardness between his fingers again squeezing.

He steps backward and I follow, he does it again, and again I follow, this dance continues until we find ourselves alone in a candle lit room. Still he only teases, a playful touch, a brief rough pinch, a soft caress watching my eyes closely, seeing through them into my soul, my hopes, my lust, and my desires.

He takes my hands in his and then slowly places them on my chest. My own touch excites me even more, knowing that his can attend to other things.

“Close your eyes” his voice instructs me. And with one last glance before shutting them not only is he mine but I am with out a doubt entirely his.

“No peeking” I murmur my consent to those terms all the while wondering what he has planned. And then again his hands are gone. I can feel him, still so close. A shuffling step, a rustling sound, something sliding, every sound amplified, each sensation heightened, I am so very alive. Standing there eyes shut and waiting.

My eyes open! I’m startled as the wax hits my chest, its running over my breasts as he continues to pour I start to come. Our eyes meet and he touches me again, roughly, pinching, my legs quiver, our lips meet, our tongues dance, his hands wonder south and send me even deeper into my orgasm.

My screams of pleasure fill the silence of the night…and we’ve only just begun.